#slaanxsh

[therxtking]

Comm for @slaanxsh !! Love this diva so much. Thank you so much for the support!

[skaven-shenanigans]

Let our time be short-brief lest the Horned Rat forsake me..

"Chime-bells in the breeze.."

"Delicate-soft fingertips gracing crystal-glass.."

"A whisper of temptation on the wind.."

"The darkest thoughts and the greatest joys.."

"Clarity. Madness. Beauty. Horror. Pleasure and pain. An endless abyss of contradiction and curiosity."

"Your voice rings like divine music-song. Though your lyrics evade me, the sound teases my ears all the same-same. Haunting..ethereal..excruciating." Infuriating.

"Which is why I come to you with a proposal-idea. An inspiration. An instrument which enrapture-captures your voice as I hear it, a sound so painful in its beauty that even the blood god would be brought to kneel!"

"Something that surely can be crafted-perfected by your hand!"

(@slaanxsh)

[skullsforkhorne]

Emil when Tanakhuill comes and starts talking:

@slaanxsh

[serpentofslaanesh]

THANKS @slaanxsh NOW I KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN LYSS'S JUNK.

[alphabitchnkari]

@slaanxsh

The injuries had not killed him, but N’kari makes himself scarce. His reaper is furious with him, and N’kari will not apologize to soothe that hurt.

Satisfaction curls around his spirit. Skarbrand is his. Not because of the bond itself, but because he has irrevocably changed the exile. They had created something new, something no other demon has experienced before. How will this shape Skarbrand? N’kari can’t wait to find out.

Kharneth would meet a stranger if the reaper stood before him now.

His mind could wander later, what he needs the most right now is to recover from his severe injuries. He curls up in the warm yurt his demonettes had commandeered from the local warriors, and goes to sleep.

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

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The presence of the other daemons and mortals did not bother Sigvald one bit as he would effortlessly glide towards his destination, standing before the prince as he does. He could almost feel the jealousy and envy radiating off of those around him, and he was pitying them with every moment of his presence. They should envy him, for he was the perfect one. Chosen by Slaanesh himself, who had stepped before him, and grasped him as a mother would to a son.

"Aah, truly, 'tis good to see you as well~" he near-damn purrs out as Slaanesh's claws rake through his golden locks, the feeling of his hair against Slaanesh's claws feeling as if he had brushed his talons through an ocean of silk. "Too long have I been pre-occupied with the mortal realm and its... debaucheries. 'Tis only right that I once more pick up the banner of hedonistic delight and bliss that is of the Dark Prince's designs~"

Hearing the problems that had arisen, made Sigvald's mouth curl... and Slaanesh would know ALL TOO WELL of the expression that crossed the Geld-Prince's face... it was as if being half-way between a snide smirk, and a disgusted scowl. A look that Sigvald only had when he had an enemy in his sights... and he KNEW he would find pleasure in taking them down! But, his expression dulled to a somber, almost affectionate smile, as he'd gently take one of Slaanesh's hands, and deliver a kiss atop its knuckles.

"Fear not, O' my beloved, my beguiling and beloved Prince... Thy will shall be done, and Malanyth will fall to the sizzling, shimmering slice of Sliverslash."

[heliinx]

“GREAT HORNED RAT--”

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

Oh. They’re mocking her.

Immediately getting pissed, the Dhampir hissed and exposed her fangs,

“ See, THIS is EXACTLY why I could care less about the Gods. ‘Merciful’ this, ‘holy’ that, a load of BULLSHIT.

I bet you have been getting fat on all of my suffering in ALL of my past lives too.

Let me guess — I too am pitiful and weak in your eyes? “

@slaanxsh